Dreams on moss

 I stand here under skies

Marked by grey clouds

On a carpet of moss

Wet and proud.

I stand amazed

At the serenity

That washes over me;

A feeling marked

By dreams that

Are on the verge 

Of being a reality. 

Magic beans

 In this tiny life I have experienced it all:

The madness of being mad, the madness

Of my daydreams that seem so real

And unfurls a reality that is stark and grim.

I seek to gather my lean means

And create many ripples, may be

Rake up a storm of raging fame,

Love and money; Richest of richest,

Queen of my being, somebody's lover,

Somebody's mother, somebody's saviour

With a heart full of magic beans.

Mighty life

 I give my life to you oh life,

One stream joining the mighty ocean

Of love and judgments maligning

Each other, many streams:

The most mucky with the most

Fish, Rich and filled with verdure,

Of just being, of being judged

In the far reaches of a black hole;

Whole and queen-like, this stream,

Positioned carefully by Providence,

Mighty sea calling, mighty life

Within life, dream within a dream,

Beautiful, surmounting all odds,

Interesting, whole my life

Just like a stream

Joining the ocean. 

Shame

 Shame shrouds my sense of being,

Veiling my imagination to something

Serene; no adventure, no flights

Of fancy, no daring can move me

But the shame like a fact-checker

Brings home the truth of mediocrity.